my mom was right about everything

so i’m standing in my kitchen at 11 pm holding a perfectly good container of leftover pasta and there’s literally no lid that fits it. none. i have seventeen lids in my drawer and they’re all for containers that apparently don’t exist anymore. it’s like my tupperware is going through a messy divorce and i’m … Read more

i think chopping wood will fix my personality

so i’m scrolling through zillow looking at cabins again like some kind of delusional mountain man. not even nice cabins. i’m talking about places that look like they smell like wet dog. but my brain sees a rusty roof and thinks” yeah that’s what i need. the fantasy always starts the same way i picture … Read more